Put In A Box Lyrics

(Order a pizza, Caleb)

(Grah, grah, grah)

(If you, throw five, then I throw ten)

(If you, throw five, then I throw ten)

(If you, throw five, then I throw ten)

We're stuck where we are (If you, throw five, then I throw ten)

(Grah, grah, boom) Like a lemon, I stay with a lime

Walk in the spot with my bitch, she a dime

And my diamonds, this shit be on shine

Spinning the block, and a nigga just died

Told that nigga to fuck out my face, then I flooded the wraith, now it shine like a dime

I could rap, y'all niggas just rhyme

Like a glock, yeah I stay with the nine

Yeah I stay with the nine millimeter

Catch him running like he Derek Jeter

He want respect, but that boy ain't Aretha

I'mma air this bitch out, where my heater?

Stay with the stripes like my name is Adidas, not an immigrant but I stay with a visa

Streaming my songs, yeah a nigga on Deezer

I ain't Justin but she a Belieber

A Boogie, that bitch is a skeezer

No OnlyFans, but that bitch want a teaser

Like 41, yeah I love to see red

Glock .41 send a nigga to bed

If he keep talking that shit on the net, then I'm spinning in his block and I'll leave him for dead

Knock the beef out his bun like it's sesame

Last night, yeah his bitch was caressin' me

I done took that lil' bitch to the crib and before I done knew it, man she was undressing me (she was undressing me)

(Grrt, bow, bow) Now the bitch keep on texting me

(Like bah)

Uh

Call Cammy, nigga gon' hit

Call Kenzo, nigga gon' hit

You throw, I throw, I blow out the brains out a nigga mosquito we bit

Said he bopping, he punchin' his hips, if he talking that shit, he get with a silenced

Niggas know I'm promoting the violence, none of these niggas ain't never on timing

I be flossin', I stay with a dentist

Call up Frankie, yeah he my apprentice

I pull up on the scene, got a scope with a beam, it ain't nothing I do, I can't mention

And no Scottie, a nigga been pimpin'

And that bitch looking like Mrs. Pippen

And the way that that bitch be on dick, and be feening for licks, yeah that bitch is addicted

Stay with a K, in that big EBK, yeah I'm big EBK, you get put in a box

Eat the cake? I'm eating her box, he tried to run and got lined by a thot

Got a hundred niggas in artillery

I be Clinton these bitches like Hillary

Stay with a glock .35 like I'm Hilary, duffel the bag now I don't show no sympathy

And these niggas think that they my enemies

But these niggas cannot get ahead of me

Say you my brother, but you do not ride, get the fuck out my life little nigga, you dead to me

And I stay with some money like treasury

And I beat on my chest like I'm treasury

And your bitch, she be singing my songs and it's not 'cause my voice, it's just 'cause of the melody

(It's just 'cause of the melody nigga)

(It's just 'cause of the melody)

(Grah, grah)

(Niggas know I'm promoting that violence, none of these niggas ain't never on timing)